Patiently
In the heavens,
They rained down today.
I ran and struggled
To cover my face as
I swam, they encircled
And drowned me in.
Now, I stand as the
Heavens beat their
Melodies on my
Cool damp skin
As I sing the tune,
The drops bloom upon my skin
And the petals slowly
But eventually spin to the floor.
As they melt,
I stand in a puddle.
My temporary garden,
It shall come again.
Only when it stops
Raining do I realize
I am soaking wet,
Shivering from the beauty of it all.
Photograph by Publik Oberberg
Photograph by Publik Oberberg
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